A Tired Soul/Attired Soul

When I sat for a while in a draft

My life suddenly envisaged

My real deeds are clearly lost

Among the herd of loud voices

They claim their rights, but not justice –

It has chosen a longer route;

This time is serious, this time is real

Here and there

Nobody ever gave me a chance

To fix things

To mend broken relationships;

My apologies were uncalled-for

Drowning in too many distant opinions;

My imaginary door is always open

Even if the real one barely ajar

When I turn around

In every possible direction

Hearing and breathing sounds

Into my lungs

Until they are full of fumes

As others backfire, berate, bully

Daring to reverse the truth

So much so that the waves crash

In my already damaged brain

What was it all for?

To let you live in peace?

Do you have peace now

Knowing that

I’m sitting with broken ribs?

I hope you count the time before death comes

As everyone should take care of it

The best way they can

To get even and be at peace

With their own mind

Even if I do realise

That everyone has their own

Too bad too often

This is achieved at the expense of others

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